” Rachel said, finding it hard to make eye contact with me. Then she continued, “Unlikely, but not impossible. The only thing I want is to be a mo...her, and I was just thinking that if… um… someone else…” And she trailed off.“If someone else did it, Sam would never know.” I finished for her.“Right!” she said, looking into my eyes, noticeably excited. “But it has to be someone who looks a lot like him, same hair color and all that stuff.”I always did think Sam and I looked a lot alike, but is. "That's about right."Henry stood up. "Well, you've given me a lot to ponder."The high priestess stood as well. She grabbed the bottom hem of her short toga, as if to pull it over her head. "If you like, we can spend some time worshiping the goddess. She may give us more insights."He shook his head. "I am overwhelmed, and not really in the mood tonight."She didn't seem offended. "I understand. Maybe next time."Later that night, as Henry was trying to go to sleep, he started thinking about what. She gently pulled him back by the ears."Take a seat, Kay", she instructed.I sat back down on the sofa leaning back a little, my sissycock standing right up - his dribble and drool running down it's length over my full balls, now turning a little purpley as a result of the tight ring still in place. She pushed him between my knees and came and sat beside me, also opening her legs and lifting her dress to reveal her panty-less pussy. "Carry on, bitchboy" She said to Chris, so he did.As we sat. "I'm glad I stopped by. If you drop apenny, maybe you ought to just let it go."Randall laughed a little at her joke as she turned and left, then helooked back at the nickel in his hand."Maybe two out of three?" Then he rubbed his head and decided maybe oncewas enough. He would stop at the mall on his way home tonight. The fateshad spoken.* - * - *He walked past the lingerie shop four times surreptitiously trying to seewhat he might want to look at so he could reduce the amount of time inthe.